The Christmas season is for children
or so oft it hath been said and sung.
For children are the ones who,
as Jesus declared to whom the kingdom belongs
and as the olden chaunt, “with their eyes all aglow,”
know how not to question a gracious gift,
but simply, only believe, thus, open their hands
willing, welcoming, to receive.
Still, the world o’er there are children,
many not afar, but near at hand, who,
though not Christian
(thus, for whom the Christmas season, not theirs to commemorate)
would wish to celebrate any gracious gift of
safety and security,
relief, release from all mortal terrors
that give birth to sorrowing days
(endless, they seem)
that give way to harrowing nights,
sleepless, rousted by disturbed dreams;
whose eyes, ne’er aglow, are pale and dry,
for they, amid their ceaseless fears,
have wailed what, at any moment, may be final tears.
What dare say I,
aye, what must I say and do
for them, during this Christmas (and any) season,
which, for the sake of the Maker’s Love,
is for children?
Illustration: Suffer the Little Children to Come unto Me, James Tissot (1836-1902) Note: Tissot depicts Matthew 19.13a-15: The little children were being brought to him in order that he might lay his hands on them and pray…Jesus said, “Let the little children come to me, and do not stop them; for it is to these that the kingdom of heaven belongs.” And he laid his hands on them and went on his way.